His gaze swept over her, lingering between her legs as Nico continued to fuck her slowly. Finally, Stone pressed against her entrance, stretching her impossibly as he pushed inside, his cock sliding alongside Nico’s.
“Oh, shit,” Nico hissed at the same time Stevie said, “Oh, fuck!”
Stone’s eyebrow rose, but he didn’t stop. “Hurt?”
“A little,” she admitted, even as her pussy gushed with excitement. It wasn’t so much pain as a sense of being stretched beyond capacity. Her body gave way to the intrusion, accepting them both.
But it wasn’t enough. “Fuck me. Please, Stone, just fuck me.”
What she was asking for felt impossible. Especially as her body stretched to accommodate the girth of not one cock but two. Relief came instantly when Nico retreated, and Stone pushed in. They alternated, ramming their incredible cocks inside her, lighting her up from the inside. They kept that up for long minutes, keeping her filled, then they were both inside her at the same time again, stretching her more than she thought possible.
“Stay still,” Stone finally said, the command barked at Nico.
Buried balls deep inside her, Nico stopped moving. Stone leaned forward, pushing in alongside him. He propped himself up on one hand beside Nico’s head. His free hand began rubbing her clit as he pumped his hips, fucking into her, stroking Nico in the process.
“Oh, fuck,” Nico growled, his voice guttural. “I’m gonna come.”
That admission had Stevie skyrocketing toward release. Stone stroked her clit with his thumb and rocked into her. She watched his face, waiting for the moment of no return. When she saw it, she let go, succumbing to the sensation that ripped through her.
Stone grunted. Nico growled.
And together, they came as one.
Nineteen
Nico woke in a dark room, asoft body against him. He moved slowly, not wanting to wake Stevie. He didn’t know what time it was, but based on his internal clock, Jäger was going to need to go out soon. He’d put him in his crate, keeping him safe before he’d joined Stevie and Stone, but no doubt he would get restless because that was what puppies did. And his puppy was no exception.
He eased out from under the blanket, grabbed his jeans from the floor, and slipped out, heading for the living room. As he pulled on his jeans, a sense of panic washed over him when he noticed the crate door was open. Flipping on a light, he looked around, expecting to find Jäger on the floor with something he shouldn’t have chewed to little bits around him.
There was nothing on the floor. Not even Jäger.
And then he heard it.
The soft rumble of Stone’s voice came from the back of the house. A second later, the screen door squeaked.
“Good job, little guy,” Stone told him. “Let’s get you a treat.”
Nico moved closer, smiling when Jäger saw him. The puppy started hopping in his direction like he was his favorite thing in the world. Of course, Jäger did a quick U-turn when he heard the lid on the treat jar. He snatched his treat and bounded over to Nico again.
“Did he wake you?” Nico asked as he picked up the puppy and scratched his little head.
“No. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Strange place?” Nico asked.
Stone glanced down, not meeting his gaze. “No, I … uh … didn’t want to close my eyes. I didn’t want to wake up to find it was all a dream.”
Nico hadn’t expected Stone to reveal so much. He also hadn’t expected Stone to be the sort to talk about what he was feeling. He’d hardly known the man back then, aside from things that all the high school kids knew about the guy they wanted to be like. Whenever they’d talked, it had been mostly in passing, a couple of times over the Jamesons’ dinner table on the off chance one of Chelsea’s siblings—besides Reilly—came around for a meal.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he told Stone, carrying Jäger into the living room. He urged him back into the crate, digging one of his chew toys out from under the small bed, hoping it would keep him busy until he fell asleep. Since he slept a good majority of the time—something that was normal, according to Stevie—he figured it wouldn’t take long.
“It still feels surreal,” Stone noted, taking off his coat and laying it over one of the bar stools. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only his jeans and boots. “Mind if I get some water.”
While Stone toed off his boots, Nico returned to the kitchen to grab a glass from the cabinet. He handed it to Stone and nodded toward the refrigerator. “Water pitcher’s in there.”
While Stone poured himself water, Nico leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on Stone’s right arm. He would admit he’d been shocked as shit to see his name etched inside those blocks. It was almost undetectable unless it was your name and you were used to seeing it. The N and the I were sitting on top of the C and the O, so it probably didn’t look like anything more than random letters to most people.
Stone set down his now empty glass, his gaze shifting to his arm. He obviously saw Nico looking.
